Mora saiyan bulave adhi raath ko,nadiya bairi bhaii,nadiya bairi bhaii, mora saiyan bulave adhti raathe ko, nadiya nawo bulave,kevat sune nahi baath, nadiya beheri bhaii. My Beloved calls me in the middle of the night but I cannot cross over to the other side. The river is too deep and murky. When my beloved called the river ran deep. Even as the river beckoned the boatman refused to listen as I pleaded with him to take me to the other side. The river ran when my Beloved listened.
- Where do your eyes come from? a poem by Haydar Ergülen (estoniacordfrock.wordpress.com)